Poppy
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blastimus
blastimus but they since rose, and won the day.
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Poppy

In the fields of red summers, the heavy haze bodies flow light over the red blaze leaking dreams and fears, escaping from your minds maze.

Steaming pipes and weary voices seal the fate of careful noises opium sinks deep within the moons phase.

In poppies, fields melt and, like the red lava of the subconscious, burn forever silent.

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